Chapter 192 The Iron Throne That Changes Destiny

"Can I take a look?"

"Please feel free to do so."

Lu Mingfei opened the document bag and a line of titles came into view.

"The hanging Iron Throne and the Bronze Divine Power"

The young man said silently in his heart, sure enough.

This is the trial that the little devil is preparing for.

Anger, who was paying attention to Lu Mingfei's expression, withdrew his gaze and took a sip of black tea.

Unfortunately, nothing was found.

But this is reasonable, and even the old man guessed that the young man opposite had known about it before the news appeared.

Lu Mingfei pulled out a thick stack of paper and looked down.

It should be said that it was a surprise or it should be taken for granted that the first content was actually a hunter website.

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Japan, Tokyo, bustling night.

In the book "The Chrysanthemum and the Sword", Kissinger summarizes the extremely contradictory characteristics of the people living in Japan. Just like the flowers loved by the people of this country, according to the legend, if you want to appreciate the most beautiful flowers, The most gorgeous and beautiful Yaezakura requires the corpse of the deceased to be buried under the cherry blossom tree. Perhaps it can be understood that the Japanese believe that death is the best nourishment for the cherry blossoms. People here have extremely complicated views on the proposition of "death" emotion.

Samurai who are approaching the end of their lives will prepare themselves gorgeous death poems, such as Oda Nobunaga's widely circulated "Fifty Years of Life".

Some people analyze that perhaps it is because they have been in earthquake zones all year round and frequently encountered dangers. Even Mount Fuji, the spiritual totem of the capital Tokyo, is an active volcano and may erupt at any time. The combination of various reasons has caused people in this land to develop a kind of A special outlook on life.

They think death is beautiful.

And the sadness and pathos attached to the image of "death" itself is also beautiful.

This point is deeply imprinted in the spiritual world of the Japanese and frequently appears in various literary and artistic works created by them.

Even "The Tale of Genji", whose status in Japanese literature is equivalent to "A Dream of Red Mansions", uses blank space to complete a chapter. When latecomers turn to the blank piece of paper without writing, they are filled with only the so-called Sadness is an emotion that is difficult for people living outside that country to understand.

It is under this cultural background that special groups such as Shibuya girls, bosozoku, and Internet cafe groups in Japan were born.

Contrary to what ordinary people imagine, in a modern developed country like Japan, there are no less various social conflicts than in developing countries.

For example, an empty nester who dies at home and is not noticed until his body stinks is discovered by neighbors.

For example, homeless girls or women gather in subway stations or Internet cafes all day long.

NHK, also known as the Japan Broadcasting Association, has made several related documentary reports. The girls gathered in the subway station are very silent in the picture. If someone comes to talk to them, they will follow him, and they will reappear here the next day.

There are many reasons for homelessness. It may be domestic violence, youth rebellion, or parents' divorce or death. Under the so-called happy education, rich people can enroll in training classes or go to schools with high enrollment rates. Children of other families naturally have a lot of prestigious universities to choose from. Their future is on the podium, in the hospital, or even in the parliament hall. The spotlight and applause pave the way to a better future.

As for children from ordinary or even poor families, not to mention prestigious universities, they often have to enter the society after graduating from high school. After all, Happy Education, school ends at two o'clock in the afternoon, other people's children have cram schools, but you use the same time to play , it would be strange to be able to compete.

Amber is such a girl.

The huge peaked cap almost covered half of his face. His petite figure was covered in an adult's loose clothes, and the hem of the coat hung down to his knees.

On an October day, I had little feet in slippers. I didn’t know where to go during the day. As soon as it got dark, I went back to the Internet cafe, turned on the machine in the corner, hugged my knees, stuffed myself into a chair, and had a restful sleep. Sleep.

In a place like an Internet cafe, everyone knows what kind of people most of the people who appear here are.

Especially this secluded, stuffy, narrow and old black Internet cafe, it is almost the base camp of delinquents and bosozokus.

The strange thing is that Amber has never been in danger.

Every time a villain with malicious intentions approaches the sleeping girl, Amber always wakes up immediately and looks at him with vigilance.

When the visitor came into contact with the girl's eyes, his feet were unable to move as if they had been poured with cement on the ground, and his heart was beating rapidly. It was not until Amber looked away that he seemed to have walked through the gates of hell. When he woke up from the dream, he pulled his companions and ran away with his face ashen.

Amber paid no attention to the scum.

The girl curled up and hit her chin into her knees, looking blankly at the fluorescent screen with her pale face.

I'm going to die.

She thought so.

Unlike other girls, the reason why Amber is homeless is not because of some kind of disaster that happened to her family of origin.

On the contrary, Amber has a pair of parents who love her very much.

She really, really loves her parents.

Even to the extent that she is willing to rebel against her family for the monster she is.

Amber will never forget the day she escaped.

Dad stood behind her and mom like a superhero on TV.

"Come on, Keiko, take little Amber with you!"

The executive director of the family angrily scolded Dad.

"Do you know what you are doing! She is a ghost!"

Yes, I am a ghost.

Amber thought so.

Everyone said this, saying that they were ghosts and ominous children who were going to be taken away.

Only my father and mother said that amber was a treasure given to them by the gods. It was a unique treasure and a treasure more precious than anything in the world.

Amber will never forget what her mother said when she left her alone and went to distract the pursuers.

"Little Amber, my little Amber."

Mom said.

"You must live well."

If it weren't for not letting down the expectations of my father and mother, maybe, maybe I would have fallen a long time ago.

Amber thought.

I am guilty.

We are born sinful.

But...why?

Why was I born a ghost?

What she actually understands now that she is in junior high school is blood. The blood in her body is not stable enough and may go berserk at any time. This is the so-called ghost.

As for her bloodline, I heard from you that she seems to be a god. So, is she also a descendant of a god?

But why do descendants of gods turn into ghosts?

Amber couldn't understand.

So, I must be a child who is hated by the gods.

The girl who thought this way buried her face deeper, revealing only a pair of shining eyes, staring at the screen.

Living alone is really hard.

Amber also thought about stealing things, but thanks to this body that was hated by the gods, she didn't have to worry about being in danger. On the contrary, the bad guys had to be careful not to rob this seemingly harmless little girl. At that time, I no longer knew who was robbing whom.

This is how Amber's first money came.

But we can’t keep waiting for the bad guys to come and give us money.

So, be proactive…

Amber looked at the trouser pockets of passers-by. There should be money in them.

She stood for a long time, and finally turned around silently and left.

My mother said, live well.

If she steals money, her mother... will probably cry.

Amber doesn't want to make her father and mother sad.

Fortunately, there are trash cans. If you look for them if they are not too dirty, you might be able to find some lunch boxes that are almost intact.

Ah, that's great.

Perhaps because of the god's bloodline, Kohaku's appetite is much larger than that of ordinary people, so the work of foraging seems particularly hard for the girl.

But she finally survived.

Although we don’t know when our pursuers will come, they might break in the next second.

Well, before that, she still wanted to work hard as her mother said.

Try, you can live well alone.

Little Amber stretched out her feet, stepped into her slippers, and went to the bathroom.

There were strange sounds and creaking sounds from the cubicle at the back, water was still seeping down from the ceiling, and there was a strange smell.

Amber is used to it.

She poured water into her belly for a while, touched it, and nodded with satisfaction.

Speaking of which, what was your previous home like?

Bright and clean bathroom.

It seems like a memory from a long time ago.

I can't think about it, Amber.

she said to herself.

If you cry, it will be serious.

Returning to his seat in the corner, Amber reluctantly cheered up and opened the website of the World King of Boxing Invitational Tournament again.

The small hands controlled the mouse, and the highlights of yesterday's battle began to play on the screen.

This is the battle between the "little monster" and the "big devil".

Amber watched intently.

She saw the contest on a hunter website.

At that time, the little girl was shocked by the huge bonuses.

Amber couldn't imagine the top three, just the top 100, the top 100 would be fine.

The first 100 people each get 10,000 US dollars.

In the past few days, Amber has been studying while fighting, especially the replays of the two people, the big devil and the little monster, she is completely reading them as a textbook.

This is her hope for living well.

After watching the video several times, Amber thought silently, and then wrote down her thoughts on the document. Before closing the website, the girl clasped her palms in front of the video.

"Thank you."

She thanked her seriously.

Speaking of which, like many people, Amber is also curious about the true identities of the little monsters and the big devil.

And for some reason, she had an inexplicable fondness for these two people she had never met before.

Maybe...it's because of their nicknames.

Little monsters, big devils.

And then she herself...is also a monster.

It's great, we are the same kind.

She laughed secretly.

Ghost, ghost, I am a ghost.

Amber thought.

But there's nothing I can do about it.

It’s not like I want to be a ghost.

It's like this since birth.

Amber thought a little childishly.

I'm in a bad mood.

She logged into the hunter website angrily.

This was something her father taught her step by step before escaping from the family. He taught her for a long time, and it only ended when Amber was sure that she had learned it.

Dad said that from now on, little Amber will rely on this website to survive.

Amber didn't quite understand it at that time, until later she found a dark Internet cafe that had no cameras and no need to register your identity. She logged into the hunter website and saw the pinned post.

"World Boxing King Invitational Tournament"

Sure enough, she can survive on this website.

Clicking the mouse skillfully, Amber bit her arm out of boredom. She suddenly thought that it would be great if her bloodline could be stabilized.

I heard from my father that Kohaku is very powerful. If the bloodline can be stabilized, he might be able to protect the head of the family.

In fact, Amber has never thought about protecting the head of the family. If possible, she wants to protect her parents.

The girl smiled for no reason.

Really, what was I thinking.

Ghosts are ghosts.

How can it be stabilized?

When I was born, I should have hidden in the dark and dirty sewers, and then waited for the adults of my family to come find me and kill me.

This is the fate that I, Kohaku, as a ghost, have been doomed from the beginning.

The girl raised her face and sniffed twice.

Can't cry, can't cry, Amber.

she said to herself.

Only useless guys cry. You have to be brave to survive.

She put aside ghosts, bloodlines, fate and all that, and stopped thinking about it.

In fact, this is how the world is. She should have seen it clearly, right?

The children of congressmen are still congressmen, the children of doctors are still doctors, and the children of businessmen are still businessmen.

And she was born a ghost.

He should die.

But, my mother said, live well.

So, I'm sorry, Lord God, even if you hate Amber, Amber, you must live well.

Even with this cursed body.

She was featured on the hunter website.

Habitually glanced at the pinned post, Amber blinked, looked again, and then looked again.

She rubbed her eyes with her little fists as if she still didn't believe it.

The last round eyes that opened were quickly covered with a layer of mist.

Amber covered her mouth, huddled in a small ball in the chair of the black Internet cafe, and started to cry.

This time I really couldn't bear it anymore.

Sorry, Mom.

Sorry, Dad.

Amber is not a brave girl.

But... but...

The girl looked at the pinned post and the bold and black title.

"Want to become a god?"

"Want to change your destiny?"

"Want to ascend the hanging Iron Throne?"

"Please come."

Destiny...can something as cruel as fate...be changed?

The little ball of Amber cried for a long time.

She didn't make a sound, she just shed tears and trembled uncontrollably.

She thought of her father, her mother, and herself digging through the trash can.

If it's possible... if it's possible...

I also want to change my destiny.

Amber opened the post tremblingly.

After wiping my eyes several times, I finally saw the contents clearly.

There are many difficult words to understand, such as "power and power", "seven deadly sins", and "Iron Throne".

Amber noticed only a little.

Location: Pennsylvania.

It's in...the United States.

It was as if a basin of ice water was poured down on him.

Amber stared blankly at the screen, motionless.

She knew that the United States was separated from Japan by the entire Pacific Ocean and was such a far away country.

Is there any way she can get through?

If I go to the airport, I will definitely be killed by the adults in my family.

Do you want to swim?

Maybe...you can swim...

Amber searched silently, then stared at the map in a daze.

so far.

You definitely can't swim across it.

Amber will die.

She shrank into an even smaller ball.

There was silence for a long, long time.

Close the URLs one by one.

It was almost instinctive to open the video of the battle between the little monster and the big devil.

Stopped, then turned off again.

The girl's hand leaves the mouse.

She buried her face completely between her knees, feeling the warmth of her thighs.

Dad, Mom.

she said in her mind.

Amber is pretty useless.

I miss you.